Today was the third anniversary of my friend’s death (fell 50-100 ft from a waterfall) and I left work early to go be with him at the cemetery for awhile. I wore the black dress I wore to the funeral but this time flip flops. I was chased by honeybees awawy from his grave and then stood in a sudden, heavy rain. It was raining when we said our goodbyes. I was soak to mid-thigh, ran out by the rain, so I went to my friend’s house and took her grocery shopping.
I’m moving in a few weeks, my first time out on my own. The days when I could visit the cemetery, take a friend shopping, anything will be done soon. I’m scared but thankful that I know the end of this way of life is approaching. I don’t want it cut off short. So I’m hoping that on future anniversaries of his death (he was 20), I will be strong enough to do something besides sit at the cemetery and whisper my thoughts and prayers.
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honey I am so sorry that the pain is so bad….I know you love your friends and they take you for granted. They will miss you when you are gone. You are one of a kind ,you help as much as you can and then some. Leaving will be hard but a rejoice also after all the pain this place has braught you…you are a fine woman and have lived a very hard life and its time the cards change. I wish you all the best in Grad school,take the first part off from work and feel it out…also try to make some good friends to work with and internet with to link you to other hard workers. You will do fine and will be a winner.